This Poetic Fad - Poem by Terry Brewer
I sometimes think I’m going mad
It must be this poetic fad,
Everything I say or do
Seems to rhyme in lines of two.
I don’t know why, I couldn’t say
How I’ve suddenly become this way.
I’m sure the answer no one knows
My mind just will not think in prose.
If to be sane, once again
From this fad I must abstain
Then let me be, don’t set me free,
Leave me in my insanity.
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